This blog's for ME

Almost 25 years old, asking my parents if I can sleep in their bed with them. I had thought I was going to be the 25th Prime Minister of Canada. Things had changed. 10 years later, I was still a scared little boy. The time had come to slap myself awake. One Saturday morning, November 19th, 2009, I declared to the world I would be riding my 10 year-old motorcycle from Vancouver, BC Canada to Rio de Janeiro, Brasil, and back.

The official departure was August 28th, 2010. A group of well-wishers saw me off at 8:03 am.

I arrived in Rio de Janeiro around 6 pm March 1st, 2011.

My return to Vancouver came on July 5th, 2011 about 2:00 pm.

Drug & alcohol abuse, ADD, social anxiety, health, chronic pain, night terrors.

So many concerns. But I am far more interested in this question: Do I have the capacity to make this trip despite all my shortcomings?

My mission: To inspire myself to face my fears, enlighten myself on how all living things can peacefully co-exist, enjoy every moment, and see the world as plentiful and generous.

Go ahead. Call me crazy. Call me anything you like.

I'm out to save my world.


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Getting on the boat, I was suddenly faced with a vision of the future: an elderly lady had to press her thumb and fingers onto a laser scanner in order to go through U.S. security. Now, we must walk through a machine that scans our entire body to get onto an airplane into the United States. So, if anyone else wants to see the beautiful lakes, mountains, or rivers of a place we humans call the U.S.A., we must now give up every ounce of personal freedom and privacy to do so. Why? Because they say so. And now, due to the fear of Muslim invasion, they will continue to increase it. Will we ever find a reason to stop fearing each other?

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